"Did you know," Hawke speaks normally, as if he hadn't heard Chris, or just doesn't care that he's beginning to beg, "that this is something I was taught? I wish I could take credit, but I've been where you are before. Well, sort of. I could see Anders when he leaned down and..."
He trails off, the weight and buzz of his hands on Chris' inner thighs the only sign that he's still there until the humming wet heat of his mouth closes gingerly against Chris' clit. He flicks once with his tongue, sending the barest hint of a spark jolting from the muscle to the sensitive nub, all easily visible with his lack of appearance.
The anticipation mixes with the feeling itself and it's far too much as he nearly screams and arches off the couch into the wonderful feeling of Hawke's mouth and that clever turn of magic buzzing on and through him. Why he hadn't thought of this before, Bane only knew, but he'd be fixing that little mistake after this. And after he regained thought.
Muscles twitched and shuddered and contracted in his abdomen and thighs and his cries turned gasping as his thighs quaked for his harsh climax. "Hawke..." A little whimper of a thing, overstimulated and thin and wonderfully spent.
Hawke leaves off at that blissful but begging whimper, licking his lips invisibly and wiping at the corner of his own mouth by feel alone. "I'm not quite done with you yet, unless you're done with me, but I can give you a moment to breathe at least."
He says this even as he runs the backs of his fingers against Chris' inner thigh, a soft gesture of calming but also of warmth. The view is gorgeous after all, Chris laying there as he trembles down from that high. It's difficult not to just keep going, as hard as he can feel himself having grown.
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He trails off, the weight and buzz of his hands on Chris' inner thighs the only sign that he's still there until the humming wet heat of his mouth closes gingerly against Chris' clit. He flicks once with his tongue, sending the barest hint of a spark jolting from the muscle to the sensitive nub, all easily visible with his lack of appearance.
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Muscles twitched and shuddered and contracted in his abdomen and thighs and his cries turned gasping as his thighs quaked for his harsh climax. "Hawke..." A little whimper of a thing, overstimulated and thin and wonderfully spent.
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He says this even as he runs the backs of his fingers against Chris' inner thigh, a soft gesture of calming but also of warmth. The view is gorgeous after all, Chris laying there as he trembles down from that high. It's difficult not to just keep going, as hard as he can feel himself having grown.